...I'm working for the North Koreans attempting to harness alien technology while US Special Forces wearing state-of-the-art 2020 nanosuits are stalking me through the forest with a portable armory and enough weaponry to take out multiple tanks, helicopters, buildings and infantry from all sides within minutes as the island destabilizes and begins to crumble to the ground thus revealing a monolithic alien structure akin to that of a futuristic spacecraft releasing wave upon wave of hovering azure squid things that shoot ice beams as I contemplate my doomed existence when a wave of annihilation and frost freezes the land within a giant energy sphere that turns bodies to ice and cools even the most well-armored amongst the fragile humans within its radius? Thanks Technocrat. I guess that means I'm screwed.
...wait, wait a minute...Crysis wasn't the last game I played...I was playing Batman Arkham Asylum!
...oh joy, now I have to be surrounded by fantastic muscly men with visible cranial lobotomies while Batman stalks above us in the ceiling rafters before hopping down and viciously not killing us; but instead doing all he can to break, cripple, maim, injure, wound, snap, crackle, pop, bruise, bust, bam, pow, grunt, ow, and hit us with all his might?
...joy.